I grew up where the grass was never cut but the dogs created their own trails. Across the street, an old lady that has called me her little dumpling for as long as I can remember owns a barber shop. To this day, eight years later I still can not remember her name. But my name is Isabella, Bella to everyone in my family and the closest friends I have. I grew up in Northeast Georgia where the mountains roll and the air is thick. My mother always wanted to get out of Georgia, but she was the type of woman that did what she thought was best for her children. Diana, my mother, is pale with black hair that is obviously dyed. But she is as beautiful as a porcelain doll. We never left Georgia, but we couldn't stay in one place for too long. I've lead many different lives that I never got to finish, so has my mother. But she has taught me what true strength and love is, that is why the misplacement was easier. Life has never been simple. There has always been baggage to carry. But there are moments when the air that I breathe relieves me, and the dark skies calm me. It is one thing to be afraid of living, but it is another to be excited by the fear. I have always been recognized for the way I looked tragedy in the face. I have always been recognized for the qualities that my mother passed down to me.